Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

Every afternoon, I hitch up the trailer
Saddle up ol' rock an' ice the cooler
Drive that back until it ends
At the Pen

There's out pick-ups an' fancy rigs
Twenty-thousand horses then there's my ol' stag
But we're all the the minute we ride in
To the Pen

Well, I ain't no Clayo
But I give her
Hell, you never can
day I just might be

We'll turn a few an' tell a few lies
Kick in the saddle an' philosophize
of life's problems, we can prob'ly solve 'em
In the Pen

We don't do it for the money, Hell, we're always
Just ask my ol' Nathan what he'd pay to rope
He lost a couple of wives, half the fingers on his
To the Pen

An' it takes a little skill an' a luck
An' you can talk smack if you can it up
Ah, but we're all friends, no matter who
at the Ropin' Pen

Well, I ain't no Clayo
But I give her
Hell, you never can
day I just might be

We'll turn another pit of steers an' a few more lies
Drink another and hypothesize
Most of life's problems, Hell, gonna solve 'em
In the Pen

See y'all again, weekend
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
at the Ropin' Pen
In the Pen